Beginning of a Fable

Marian Briggs strolled in the park and came to a tree which sighed the excesses of its heart. She did not question the cause of his grief, which was, in brief, this: the sights of each day, passing as they did with no regard for him, made such impressions on him that he longed to remember each one, yet his barkish brain could not sustain them all and ended up confusing many a one with many another.